The Father-in-Law

Hello my dears, many of you may not know, but I was once married to a woman, and we were together for 10 long years, until I decided I needed to separate from her to live the life I truly loved. And I'll share one of the reasons I separated here.

I started dating a girl quite by accident. I was around 26. I thought the movie invitation was more of a friendly invitation than a date. By the time I realized it , we were spending more time together than apart, it wasn't long before the topic of marriage came up, and we got married.

Early on in our relationship, I started visiting her parents' house. Her mother was always so sweet to me, and her father felt like he'd known me for years, always treating me with affection and joking around.

I won't say that as soon as I saw her father, I fell in love. I won't be cliché. I was experiencing a different moment in my life, enjoying a momentary heterosexuality, if I can put it that way. But after a few years of dating and almost daily contact with her father, it was obvious that a feeling was forming. I had a great affection for my father-in-law, and whenever he could, he would invite me to go fishing (something I never liked), to help him with the barbecue on Sundays. In short, we were always doing something together.

Of course, with all this time together, we became very close, developing a father-son bond. And this intimacy allowed him to feel more comfortable in his home. On hot days, the father-in-law would always go shirtless and wear short shorts , without underwear, which often revealed a glimpse of his enormous balls, which always insisted on escaping beneath them when he flopped down on the sofa.

I was already married to my ex-wife at the time, and as the marriage grew, my interest in my father-in-law grew. I began to look at him differently, increasing our intimacy through hugs and kisses. Whenever I could, I would touch him in some way, in front of my wife and mother-in-law, as if it were something natural and without any malice. He didn't mind at all and returned my affection.

My father-in-law is the kind of man who drives me crazy. At the time, he was 58 years old, slightly balding and graying, quite hairy, with a thick gray chest. He was 5'9" and about 210 pounds, had the most beautiful light blue eyes I've ever seen, a charming little belly, a delightful laugh, was always happy with life, always a womanizer, and loved to have a few drinks. In fact, he drank too much and was always frequenting the city's bars.

Even though we lived very close, in the sense that we were free to joke around and talk about sex, I never thought I could have anything with my father-in-law, and I didn't really look at him that way. For obvious reasons: he was my wife's father and a womanizer. His children and wife were already aware of his many flings. I was terrified of inviting him only to be met with a "no" and a lecture, not to mention the fact that he'd tell my wife, and we'd split up in a scandal.

Time passed. I'd been married for five years, and my marriage wasn't going swimmingly. Partly my fault, because by then I already knew my marriage had been a mistake. I tried to follow society's conventions and be a straight man, married with children. Luckily, I didn't have any children. My wife was clearly unhappy either; she was hardly ever home. She worked all day, came home at night, had dinner, and then left for class. I stayed home alone until 11 p.m. It wasn't uncommon for her to travel on weekends for her job. And it was during those hours that I'd get up to mischief with the men.

It was also around this time that I got involved with my ex's uncle, a story I've already told in another published story. We had a months-long affair that naturally fizzled out, after all, neither Uncle Beto nor I wanted anything serious. I returned to my married routine again: monotonous dinners with my ex's friends, trips to relatives' houses, Sunday walks with the dog in the city parks. But the only routine I enjoyed was Sunday lunches at her parents' house. It was during these lunches that I had more time to spend with my father-in-law and have a good laugh with him, not to mention the chance to admire his hairy chest and cute little belly.

Lunches were very lively, my father-in-law was in charge of the barbecue, always with his little glass of cachaça and a little lemon, and between jokes we continued the Sunday drinking a few beers. It was like that every Sunday for years.

After lunch, it was almost always the same. My father-in-law was already quite drunk after nearly draining his bottle of Velho Barreiro, and my mother-in-law was already in a pout from her husband's drinking and his jokes, which were no longer funny. My stomach was full and all I could think about was lying down on the couch and sleeping. And my wife took advantage of the day to visit her grandmother, who lived two blocks away. Sometimes I went, sometimes my mother-in-law went.

One of those days when the two of them went to visit their grandmother, my father-in-law and I sat in front of the house, eating lunch and drinking a few beers, telling jokes, gossiping about the neighbors' lives, and talking about women. He told me about his adventures outside the house, and I asked him if he wasn't afraid his mother-in-law would decide to leave him because of these betrayals, and he replied:

- I always look for her , but she always has an excuse, so I need to relieve myself in another way.

I would nod and agree with him, and then I would complain about my wife too:

- I also suffer from this, father-in-law, your daughter is always making excuses when I look for her .

- It runs in the family, the mother doesn't like to interfere, she must be the same.

- I understand, but I didn't want to go after women, what if one of them decides to show up at home and tell my wife everything , the house will fall down.

It was at that moment that I heard something that would completely change my view of my father-in-law:

- If you don't want to get involved with a woman, find a gay man. You fuck their ass and leave, they won't bother you another day.

At that moment, I was speechless. I just laughed it off to hide it. However, I couldn't believe that my father-in-law, such a womanizer, also liked to hook up with gay men. He had said it so naturally and with his playful way, always laughing afterward, that for a moment I thought he was just testing me or just messing with me , and I had to confirm with him:

-Are you serious, father-in-law? Have you ever dated a gay man? hahaha

- Oh my son, don't be scared, what's wrong with that? I'm not telling you to marry a gay man, it's just to get some relief every now and then, what's the problem?

For days I kept this hammering away in my head, imagining my father-in-law, that macho, rustic man, slamming his rod into another man's ass. And it wasn't long before I started fantasizing about him, on all fours, being ass-fucked by that gorgeous bear.

I confess I spent weeks with this fantasy in my head, but I still couldn't figure out how to approach him and tell him I wanted to get with him. I was used to other men saying no, but a no from my father-in-law could result in a scandal in the family.

A few months passed, and on a beautiful, sunny Sunday, it was warm, and there we were again, gathered for Sunday lunch. It was the same old thing: barbecue, jokes, drinks, and my mother-in-law and my wife going to visit Grandma. They usually spent about two hours at Grandma's house.

That day, my father-in-law decided to take a nap in his room after lunch. He'd had a little too much to drink and was feeling sleepy. I decided to lie down on the living room couch for a quick nap, too.

Not even 10 minutes had passed when I started hearing my father-in-law snoring. His room was to the left of the TV room, and I could see the door ajar from the sofa he was on. For a moment, I didn't mind the snoring, but it soon became annoying, and I decided to get up and close the bedroom door.

As soon as I arrive, I peek through the crack in the door and see my father-in-law lying on his stomach, wearing only a pair of white underwear, with his right leg stretched out and his left leg bent, leaving that beautiful little butt sticking up in the air and that big bulge making his underwear bulge.

I immediately froze at that wonderful scene, I had never seen my father-in-law alone.

underwear, much less in that position, besides the fact that I had never looked at him in a sexual context like now, knowing that he had sex with men, my mind wandered.

I didn't know what to do. Part of me was excited by the scene, but I thought he was my father-in-law, my wife's father. What if someone caught us in the bedroom? I backed away, leaned against the door, but didn't close it. I went back to the couch and tried to doze off, but that feeling wouldn't leave my head. So I went back to the bedroom, opened the door, and went in to admire that sleeping bear. I got close to his butt and pulled down his underwear a little, revealing his beautiful, furry little hole. I brought my face closer and smelled it. The masculine scent emanating from his slit intoxicated me with desire.

I stepped back, left the room, went to the front of the house and checked if my mother-in-law and my wife weren't returning from grandma's house, just to be sure, they would still take a while to come back, so I closed the gate, then closed the kitchen door and went back to my father-in-law's room, ready to do something crazy.

As soon as I entered the room again he had turned over in bed, now he was lying on his side with his crack even more visible, I could see the abundant hairs that grew near his ass.

I walked around the bed and contemplated the entire body of that beautiful man that I had always admired, loved and unconsciously always desired in bed.

That hairy chest, that big belly, those white, front-slit briefs were inviting me to do something I might regret for the rest of my life. I thought to myself, "I'll just take a look at his dick." I realized he was still snoring; he must be fast asleep. I approached him, slipped my finger into the opening, and pulled gently, exposing that flaccid, small, and beautiful member, covered by a normal-sized foreskin.

By this point, I had completely forgotten everything around me; my world was just my father-in-law and me. I continued exploring that small, soft penis, gently massaging its head. I tried to pull it out of his underwear, exposing the limp head for my contemplation. I lifted my head and checked to see if my father-in-law was still asleep. The sound of his snoring confirmed that he was still oblivious to what his son-in-law was up to.

So then, blinded by desire for that man, I forgot everything else. Nothing else mattered. I just wanted to taste that bear. I stretched my neck and tried to reach the tip of his cock, trying not to touch his big belly, afraid of waking my father-in-law and being caught doing this crazy thing. I got as close as possible and could smell the cock odor emanating from that male. I touched my tongue to the tip of his cock and finally achieved my goal.

For me, there was no need to go any further, I was already satisfied with my success for now, but I couldn't imagine that that tiny penis would start to show signs of life and grow, coming out more and more from those delicious uncle underwear.

It wasn't long before I managed to swallow the entire head of that cock. I could already suck it with some ease, delighting in that manly taste.

His dick kept growing and getting thicker, I was so excited that I hadn't noticed that the sound of my father-in-law's snoring had completely stopped, meaning he was already awake and enjoying the pacifier that his son-in-law gave him with so much affection.

Suddenly, he turned over on his back in bed , leaving his fully erect cock pointing to the ceiling and finally showing me the true size of that extraordinary cock. This wasn't an invitation, but a request for me to finish what I had started.

I settled on the bed and pulled down his underwear. He lifted his ass a little so I could easily take off his underwear, leaving my father-in-law completely naked on the bed. I took a few seconds to move away slightly so I could admire that delicious man completely naked and ready to receive my blowjob.

I leaned over his big belly and grabbed his big cock. It was rock hard. It throbbed with desire. I immediately heard my father-in-law moan with lust as he felt my warm mouth enveloping his cock.

I gave him the best blowjob of my life, swallowing his entire 7-inch shaft while massaging his big, hairy balls. Then I alternated, swallowing his balls while jerking off that big, sticky dick. His cock was drooling so much, I could taste his honey in my mouth, and when I jerked off, I could see it dripping down his big, pink head.

I was enjoying that cock; it was so good for both of us, so much so that the blowjob didn't even last ten minutes before my father-in-law began writhing on the bed and moaning louder and louder. I already knew my orgasm was coming. I focused on the back and forth motions and waited for the milk to fill my mouth. I felt his cock throb for the last time and harden completely, and heard a loud, muffled moan from my father-in-law before he flooded my mouth with hot, thick cum. I waited for him to give one last spurt before swallowing. The amount of semen he'd deposited inside me was barely enough to fit in my mouth. I savored the rich taste of that precious liquid before swallowing it all, and I squeezed his softening cock to suck every last drop.

Immediately after coming, my father-in-law, in an abrupt movement, turned to the other side of the bed, without saying a single word, and with his eyes closed, as if he were still asleep.

I got up, left the room, and closed the door. I lay down on the couch as if nothing had happened and stayed there for about 15 minutes, until my wife arrived. She came into the living room, said hi, gave me a little kiss on the mouth that had just received cum from her father, and went back to the kitchen. Luckily, she didn't French kiss me, because she would have definitely tasted fresh cum.

After a few minutes, I hear the bedroom door open and my father-in-law come out. I was watching TV and pretending nothing had happened. Hopefully, my father-in-law might think I had a dream or something. He walked past me and came back, crouching down on the couch and whispering in my ear:

- You're a bastard!

I didn't answer anything, I just smiled and he left.